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Chapter One

ANNA

“Stop!”I whisper-shout to my sister.

Looking left then right to make sure no one’s within hearing distance of my position, facing the airport’s floor-to-ceiling windows.

Of course, she ignores my protest and carries on, “puh-lease, girl. You need to get properly laid.”

Here we go again.

“Enough with that,” I grumble, already knowing what’s about to follow.

“Uh-huh, what do you mean ‘enough’? You need a man who knows what he’s doing down there.”

“Oh My God! I never said Ryan didn’t know what to do ‘down there’,”I reply.

There’s no way I’m discussing my pathetic sex life in the middle of the crowded LAX international terminal. My voice doesn’t carry very far with the background noise of other passengers and intermittent airport announcements, but still.

Amy has no filter, and no shame. She’s probably walking down her busy Central London neighborhood, yelling about how my ex couldn’t rock my socks off.

I hear a deep chuckle behind me and freeze.Why didn’t I check my back?!Gripping my cell phone like a lifeline, and feeling the ice cold of embarrassment run down my spine. I turn around and spot an amused jerk standing mere feet behind me. Leaning against one of the departure lounge’s concrete columns, arms crossed over his wide chest.

“You heard that?” I ask the very tall, very big, and awfully handsome dark-haired man, in a trembling voice, hoping against all hope.

“Yep,” he responds with a shit-eating grin, in a low baritone.

This, without leaving his relaxed posture, feet crossed at the ankles, broad back resting on the column.

“It’s not right, listening to people’s conversations!”I retort with irritation, garnering a few looks from the other passengers around us.

“Well, it’s not right discussing a guy’s lack of skills ‘down there’,”he replies, raising a thick, arched eyebrow.

“What’s happening? Who are you talking to?” Amy asks with acute curiosity.

“It’s no one, and nothing important.” I answer my sister, throwing the giant a glare.

He chuckles again, a dimple appearing in one of his cheeks, and I turn away with a huff. We’ve attracted enough attention, and I don’t need more nosy people in my business.

I’m even more pissed because the asshole’s super hot, a good foot taller than my five’ five, and not the gangly type.Nooooo. The man is built like a tree. His muscles have muscles. He sports a white t-shirt stretched over his massive torso, low-riding dark sweats, and a pair of fancy sneakers. Thick dark, messy locks cover his stupid handsome head. And his face? It’s a thing of beauty, full, pillowy lips, an intense, dark gaze that twinkled with amusement as he riled me up, cheekbones cut like nobody’s business. All of it, wrapped in golden-tanned skin.Jerk!

JAKE

Still smiling, I take back my stance against the concrete column, and keep watching her while she determinedly ignores my ass. Carrying on with her phone conversation in a whispered tone, now. The few people who had started paying attention to our exchange, return to their screens, books, and own discussions.

The woman’s beautiful. Cappuccino-colored skin, big curly hair, huge brown eyes that glared at me with fury. A plump mouth, made for kissing and so much more. And her body?Fuck. Full hips, encased in skin-tight jeans, that would fit perfectly in my big hands. A generous chest, wrapped in a t-shirt, it’d be so easy to peel off. And the most tempting round ass I’ve ever seen. Made just to fit my hardening dick against.Fuck, maybe I shouldn’t have pissed her off?

I spotted her this morning, at the S.F.O. airport, in my flight’s boarding line. Too bad we were not seated in the same cabin on the plane. I watched her walk by me, following the hypnotic sway of her hips down the row for as long as I could. Once we’d landed in Los Angeles, I kept an eye on my hot girl from a distance, as we and others made our way to the international terminal. Till, by some miracle, we ended up at the same gate.

A couple of hours ago, the airline announced our plane being delayed. I made calls to reschedule my meetings in London. Read a bit, listened to some music, watched some crap on my phone, but my gaze kept searching for my knockout girl through the crowd. That’s how I landed a few feet behind her fine ass.

I watched her pace around the departure lounge, and finally settle in front of the floor to ceiling windows. Her eyes distractedly following the planes landing and taking off, while she spoke on the phone. When I heard the subject of her conversation, it was impossible not to tease her.

I can’t remember the last time a woman caught my eye for more than a fleeting moment. But this one? Yeah, this one feels like much more than just another pair of tits.

I’ve had other things on my mind. The past year has been a bitch. One too many fractures of my clavicles ended my professional football career. My girl of five years left me when she realized that, despite my more than comfortable egg nest, I’d never make it big. At least not NFL player big, with endorsements’ money and all the shebang.

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